Words of a teenage escapist.

sometimes i can’t help but think that i am made of nothing but soaked tea bags, broken promises, and false hope. yesterday i saw my dad for father’s day and there was nothing but discomfort in the air. awkward conversations laced with a suffocating silence that almost made me want to shrivel up into a ball and cry. we don’t know how to talk to each other anymore and even the way i hugged him felt so incredibly foreign. i can’t believe he’s the same man who always took me out to mcdonald’s and trained my dog how to shake hands and sit on command and surprised me with a set of percy jackson books several christmases ago. he’s changed so much these past few years and i’ve grown into the young woman that i am today without him by my side. we used to hide chocolates from mom and whenever i asked him if the hershey’s kisses and the m&m’s were going to make my teeth ugly, he’d smile and reply, “you’re a kid. live a little.”

i’m no longer a kid. how do i live?

(without you?)